Current Fantasies

fr33k-shhh don't say taht out loud!! He might hear you.
*glares at dragonkin*
you make me sound perverted....

I didn't necessarily say it was a bad thing. Just thinking he should be prepared. Also....*pondering Luna as busty version of blonde pigtailed Sailor moon found in Black Dog's Burning Down The House doujinshi*
 
The couch. She's bent across it. I'd watched her turn with lupine grace across the leather, sliding silken skin across the pebbled surface. Her lips are pouty and bruised, her chin is slick and wet. A moment ago my hand was on her throat, tightening down on the lean column while my prick invaded it.

Now, she braces herself. A beckoning glance over a feminine shoulder. The firm cheeks of her round ass a promising pillow to my hips.

I want her.
 
Beginning to debate it being two bi guys and maybe just a few of my male co writers here instead *EG*
 
fr33k and Veroe-y'all make me smile.

LI-you made me weak.

Asa-very smart plan.
 
Asa-very smart plan.

Yeah... though you wouldn't think it would have been so hard to find two bi males on here... ((No pun intended)) to just storyline the fantasy out on here *lol*
 
She is perfectly composed~a symphony of smooth skin, pleated skirt, pink lips.
The subway is crowded but no one wants to stand close to her. She has an air of danger.
No matter.
I step behind her, pressing close, a hand anchoring itself in cloudfall hair.
The other drifts up to the juncture of barely parted thighs and strokes the spot...the one hidden by white silk.
I can feel her need to turn but she can`t, not without giving the game away.
I do not want to know her name.
 
Rigid strength that invades soft wet places.
Hands that pinch, pluck, twist.
Rough voiced, gritty, like the best whiskey.
Until
The blind fold slides into place over pretty masculine eyes and I allow myself the chance to get acquainted.
Pressing velvet folds over his nose and mouth, and grinding my scent into facial skin.
Into his mouth.
Making myself the victor...over and over.
Marking him as mine.
Then sending him to work, my scent in his hair, his nose.
My taste in his mouth.
 
She is perfectly composed~a symphony of smooth skin, pleated skirt, pink lips.
The subway is crowded but no one wants to stand close to her. She has an air of danger.
No matter.
I step behind her, pressing close, a hand anchoring itself in cloudfall hair.
The other drifts up to the juncture of barely parted thighs and strokes the spot...the one hidden by white silk.
I can feel her need to turn but she can`t, not without giving the game away.
I do not want to know her name.

*purrs* That's so hot.
 
Do tell

*whispers in her ear* Pwetty pwease?

There is a forest~dark, silent.
Then breathing~fast, gasping.
A girl~curved, pale, moon kissed.
Another~darker, seductive, hungry.
A chase that ends in violence.
Women who fall~growling, biting, tearing.
Until both are nude, coming together.
Hands cup over wet heat.
Fingers invade.
Teeth mark flesh with crescents.
Howling. Release. Silence.
 
All from the rough... rugged... Real... Look of the character Mack from The Unit

His broad strong chest naked to the moonlight bleeding in from the old frayed curtains
Each muscle accented by the candle light with each strained movement
Stunning warrior laying there... every muscle straining in its perfect way.
Scars from real world life...
Not some gym built pretty boy or some lanky little thing that could pass as a girl
Scruff on his face... not a full beard nor clean shaven... rugged... real...
A masterpiece of naked beauty... Primal perfection accented by the hungry growl slipping from his slightly teeth bared lips.
Such power and force reduced to defenseless desire by simple leather scrap

Contrast to the petiete woman curled there by her bound "savage".
In no way slender mousy nor an overly toned statue in human skin but a woman none the less
Real... curved... full...
Blue grey eyes staring down into the eyes of her prize... her fantasy ... her desire.
Fingernails softly tracing each of those magnificent muscles of his chest then down to the abs
Her leg draped over his faintly tracing up and his leg and then in time back down ever so softly
Long red black hair softly pooling beside his face and cheek

Slowly she recoils her body from his and standing by him
Slowly even more torture begins as the long flowing crimson that softly encased her body begins to fall away from her as his eyes follow every ripple of fabric that reveals his lover to him.
Her eyes never leaving his face... the only reaction she needs to see.
Every approving smile and hungry gasp that fells from her lovers lips.
The sparkle in his eyes and the lust dancing between them is all she needs to see.
She knows he wants her inevery way possible.
And soon they will be one... in spirit mind and body
Eternally
 
There is a forest~dark, silent.
Then breathing~fast, gasping.
A girl~curved, pale, moon kissed.
Another~darker, seductive, hungry.
A chase that ends in violence.
Women who fall~growling, biting, tearing.
Until both are nude, coming together.
Hands cup over wet heat.
Fingers invade.
Teeth mark flesh with crescents.
Howling. Release. Silence.

*whimpers in joy* How could I ever say no to that... *growls and nibbles on Wolfling's ear*
 
<< >> I found a story that I'm reading that gives me the urge for another cowgirl thread.
 
*whimpers in joy* How could I ever say no to that... *growls and nibbles on Wolfling's ear*

One hopes that you won`t when the time comes. I plan on leaving you...breathless.

*turns head slowly and nibbles at a pretty jaw*
 
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